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ksbass said:
"Solitude" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Laugh, and the world laughs with you: Weep, and Ты weep alone; For the sad old earth Must borrow its mirth, It has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is Остаться в живых on the air; The echoes bound To a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure Of all your pleasure, But they do not want your woe. Be glad, and your Друзья are many; Be sad, and Ты lose them all; There are none to decline Your nectared wine, But alone Ты must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by; Succeed and give, And it helps Ты live, But it cannot help Ты die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train; But one by one We must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.
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